OOC: 22, 5'9", African American. Nicely toned and athletic, as befits a detective. Isolde is a new plain-clothes detective on the force and has been assigned by the chief to investigate the slavery ring. What she doesn't know is that she is being set up.
IC: I sat in the pizza joint, holding a coffee to my lips as I watched the students nearby. I wasn't much for Pizza, but this is where the students hung out and if I was going to carry out my assignment, I had to be where the students were. After all, I was meant to look and act like a student myself in order to investigate the slavery ring.
I stopped myself. There was no "if".
I had only been on the force about 3 months and had just screwed up a major drug case for the department. I had then managed to rip the bumper off the chief's car passing him in traffic. This was my last chance, and frankly I was baffled that he'd chosen me. Though as the youngest plain-clothes in the department, I was probably the only one who could get away with living on campus as a student.
A slavery ring. Students, male as well as female, were being sold as sex slaves. I couldn't believe it, but the chief was relatively sure of his rumors and needed someone on the inside to check it out. I had to avoid blowing my cover on this one, which meant I couldn't tell anyone - faculty, students, my colleagues in the police - what I was doing there. I was operating alone.
Two new girls had just walked in, one asian the other caucasian and ordered a pizza. They were beautiful, and if I wasn't misreading their body language, they were freshmen. Time to introduce myself.
"Hi," I said, wandering over to sit by them. "mind if I join you? My name's Isolde."
I watched Sakura's movements. Arms behind her back, classic arrest position - also a classic bdsm pose if the dossier was right. I'd spent so much time trying to study what people were subjected to in sexual slavery positions in the last couple of weeks that I was seeing things that weren't there. I blinked away the thought.
"I'm fine, mind if I join you?" I said and took a seat at the table. "I guess I'm still learning my way around - I just transferred from Hawksworth Community College..."
It was a lie I'd practiced. That way, I needn't look 18 to be a freshman, but I could still not know the campus.
I nodded as Mirei introduced herself. It wasn't a name I had heard before, and should be easy to remember. The more I thought about these two girls, the more I was sure they were going to be targets. Both beautiful, and neither with a boyfriend - at least as far as I could see. They were new, as was I. The best thing I could do was try to be near them and see what happened.
"So, which dorm are you guys in? I'm in Dorren Hall, room 302."
Sakura smiled as Isolde mentioned what room she had.
"302? That's cool because we're in the same hall, room 301. Maybe you can come by sometime and we could do something. Oh, would you like some pizza?"
She went to the counter as the clerk called out their number and picked up the pizza. She sat down at the nearest table and looked to them as she waited for them to sit before she would grab a slice.
I moved closer and reached into the box to grab a slice. I couldn't risk them thinking I was too stuck up to eat pizza with them, even though the truth was I found pizza boring and preferred much spicier dishes.
"301?" I asked, taking a bite and chewing heartily. "Yeah, we'll have to hang out together. Nice pizza, by the way, thanks... So, what are you up to tonight?"